Grounded or Origins

…Grounded at the foot of old man Esposito’s olive tree, was a little reed basket. The crying was coming from there!  When she came closer to the bundle, Mercy couldn’t believe her eyes—a baby, sweet as Mrs. Wu’s red bean cake, tucked-in under layers of plush pink blankets, crying her little lungs out! The foxes seemed to watch over her…

This is where it all begins for my fox maiden. This is how she was found. It was the first clue to her story. I’m still trying to put the pieces together. I spent the whole day inking the panels to my submission to the Sketchbook Project. As I am writing this blog, its drying. In about an hour, I will apply a layer clear gesso so that the paper will be stable enough for when I apply colour to it. I plan to use acrylic paint and may touch up here and there with coloured pencils. Lets hope I dont muck it up! Anyway, here is a quick look at at the inked stage:



What would you do if you encounter a fox in the woods? I decided to dust off my tablet. Sometimes when I am having a difficult time thinking, I just let the tablet sketch out ideas for me. I will definitely be developing this idea in traditional mediums. On the fox front, I discovered a valuable wealth of information on the chinese myth. So you can imagine, its going to be a great week of researching information and piecing my fox maiden’s story together and developing her character. Well kiddos, I should be going off to slumberland…my mind has to be fresh tomorrow as D.K. and I  start our mandarin lessons 🙂 yes you heard correctly. I am very excited about this. Its never too late to learn anything —even if it is your own culture. So as they say in mandarin (though I could be wrong), zuò gè hǎomèng : sweet dreams or lit. “make good dreams” 🙂

Shadows in my dreams

Here is my contribution to this week’s illustration friday. I had a dream a couple of weeks ago. I was walking along a dusty abandoned highway –could have been route 66 as it cuts through Arizona. The sky was pitch black and I only had the light from the stars and the moon to guide me. There were no other people around. I was walking as if I had a destination to reach. Suddenly I had this feeling that something or someone did not want me to reach my destination. I keep my pace and sense a heavy prescence nearby. From the corner of my eye, I see 3 strange figures who are mouthing words I can not hear:

shadow dream

I refused to hear them, so I calmly walked past them, keeping my pace steady. They thankfully never followed me. Maybe they were as scared of me as I was of them? I don’t like seeing demons in my sleep. When I awoke, the sun was shining through my bedroom window. For this week’s theme, I decided it was a good opportunity to try out a no. 2 black pastel pencil from Cretacolor I purchased in a parisian art store located in Montparnasse. Its an excellent medium to work with, with the grittiness of charcoal but with more control.

Illu Friday: Bicycle

©2011 Hazel Ang

Had to stay home today. Woke up with a fever and sore throat. The weather has been sunny in Munich but drastic change in temperature – hot to cold to hot…which is probably why I am sick. Good thing my colds are usually short lived. Well in any case, I was able escape my sick self, by listening to an old destiny’s child album and creating this for all of you my dear blog visitors 🙂  I decided to complete my contribution this week in Illustrator CS5. Before I call it a day, I just wanted to alert your attention to the Sketchbook Project 2012 which has started. If you would like to participate you can do so my registering here . I for one am rather excited about this one as the map of galleries has extended to galleries in the commonwealth—Toronto, Vancouver, London UK and Melbourne in Australia. I will be checking out the venue in Toronto and London!  I would seriously love it if my Toronto friends and colleauges could participate in the 2012 tour and eventually organise a reunion at the Toronto opening.

Journey into good friday….

I am so glad its Easter holiday here in Germany. 4 days of absolute freedom to work on some pieces. I could really use some quality time with me, myself and art. I am up pretty late because I wanted to submit to this week’s theme “journey”. For this submission, I dusted off my tablet and used it to colour the original drawing. I hope you enjoy this one. I sure as heck did making it. Happy Easter everyone!

the original drawing
the coloured version

illu freitag: abgefüllt

I was wracking my brain about this friday’s theme, bottled. Patrick Süskind’s book “Perfume: The Story of a Murderer”. I throw the soundtrack to the film and the result is my hommage below (not nearly as gruesome but…I do have an “all ages” audience 😉 Its a sketch in my moleskine and then very quickly coloured in Photoshop with the trackpad on my macbook…almost like fingerpainting 🙂


Food and Fairytales.

the princess and the pea

The only things which sprung to my mind when I think of the word “layers” were a dream of deliciousness called a Mille-feuille and a tale by Hans Christian Andersen, The Princess and the Pea.In order to avoid hours of masochistic torture, I decided to go with the latter idea. Here it is, my contribution to Illustration Friday’s topic Layers:

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess; but she would have to be a real princess. He travelled all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were princesses enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real princess.

One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.

It was a princess standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.

“Well, we’ll soon find that out,” thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.

On this the princess had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.

“Oh, very badly!” said she. “I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It’s horrible!”

Now they knew that she was a real princess because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.

Nobody but a real princess could be as sensitive as that.

So the prince took her for his wife, for now he knew that he had a real princess; and the pea was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.

There, that is a true story.”